Prince arched his noble, muscular neck and walked around on the sand. He pinned his ears and flared his nostrils. Prince blew a cold warning breath, he reared and lashed out in the air violently sending a loud neigh through the valley which sounded blood-chilled. Proud to be himself, Prince landed softly on the smooth sand which tickled the underside of his hoof. Prince watch the moon leave a light reflection which was believed to mean horror or even violence. He stood, his tail held high and neck arched, waiting for his opponent to face him.

Strider came trotting out of the trees and let out a piercing whinny. "I challenge you to Golden Lake!" He reared up and let the moon shine on his glorious coat. He watched Prince's every move. Strider loved his battles. He had always planned them as entertaining and and mocking of his opponent.

A strong young chestnut stallion walked calmly over to the two stallions. He had never seen a fight, but her was carried by his instincts. He knew that this was not his battle, so he did not join in. His name was Sun Dancer, or Dancer. The only horses following him were a few pretty fillies.